or: on not-writing
I looked out
the window
new perspective
down from the floor
I could see the blue sky
more clearly than – you know
overhead
I saw
the hands
of the clock
tick-ticking in circles
tick-ticking away
is it ten?
eleven?
FOUR?!
hours on YouTube
hours reading books I don’t need
hours on finding something to eat
the panic increasing
blank page
nothing to show
is it too late to start over?
do something new?
something that doesn’t require
thoughts
or ideas
or words on the page?
I wrote this
could this be it?
a future in words?
maybe
I could
I would
I
well
I don’t
and then someone came in
making a meaningful pause
after the opening:
so
what did you do today?
I looked out
the window
new perspective
down from the floor
I could see the blue sky
more clearly than –
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